False culprit

- What if I ran away? Zeujor Hastings suggested feverishly as he sat in the office of his private building opposite his equally shaky assistant. I could go anywhere.

- Yes, good idea. And take me with you, please! She implored, her eyes misty, and her voice broken.

- But it won't work. Sighed the fifty-year-old after a few seconds of reflection and excitement. Grace will find us inevitably where one goes especially if I take you along. Let's not forget whose cousin this lioness is. And we both know exactly what this prodigious being is capable of. 

- So much so that it is unfair!